Anger Fighting Relationships Emotions Joy Battle Arguments Repetition

Plastic Smile

A smile made

Of plaster, 

Heralding a

Disaster,

Pasted over 

An empty 

Stare, hiding

The derision and 

Scorn that

Burns and rages 

At the 

Incessant

Questions and 

Inane

Assumptions.

 

This battle has

Long been fought

between us, o'er

Everything

That you have

Bought,

For when you have

Gone, another

Takes your place. 

I see your face

In every query

And demand.

 

Oh, just go home,

Already, you have

Done enough here.

You don't want this

To continue 

Anymore than I.

 

There's a twisted 

Kind of pleasure 

In the repetition of

A terrible thing.

When you leave,

I treasure the

Joy

Your retreating back

Brings.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Arguments aren't fun.